Day Two Thousand Eight Hundred and Twenty One

My friend Craig was still in bed. All day. Oh dear me.

That is not all right.

Now his medicine made him have a sick tummy. Oh dear.

And Zita and Niamh do not know all the right rules. 

I get my peanut butter treats in the morning after breakfast. 

And I get my special treats at lunchtime. And I get my dessert treat before we go to bed.

Those are the rules. Craig knows all the rules.

But Zita and Niamh get them all mixed up. Oh dear.

So I just stayed on the big bed to mind Craig. 

So he will get all better right away. It is my best job.